Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.